Wil,
I'm so sorry that happened to you! I also saw you on the floor at the con but you looked busy and were with your son so I walked on by. I had just wanted to thank you for your kind comment on my poem. But being stopped on the street by strangers is so incredibly scary. I get stopped on the street at times by guys or whatnot trying to hit on me and I never paid it much mind until I got jumped just a few weeks ago by a large man looking to steal my bag and phone. What followed was the most harrowing two minutes of my life as I fought (physically) what I considered a life and death situation. Since then I've been incredibly wary of people stopping me on the street and I can't imagine how I would react if a group surrounded me. I'm glad you got rescued woman power style but I'm sorry you had to go through that. It's not ok ever to put people in a vulnerable position and no one would blame you if you went all honey badger on their asses next time. Doesn't make you a dick, ever. :)

Pretty much all of Comicon was awesome. However, there was one thing that was decidedly not awesome, and though I had initially decided not to talk about it in public, it's bothered me since it happened, so I wrote about it on G+ earlier today. I'm cross posting it here, though, because it's imp...

Hey Wil
This is a bit unrelated, but I've read alot about your pride as a adopted/step-dad to your kids. I'm in a similar situation in that I have a wonderful stepdad whom I love with all my heart. The following was his Father's day gift from me and i thought you might appreciate it too. :)
Choice
I was child lost and angry.
You stepped into the hole,
Offered love where none had been
To fill an empty role.
Unconditional acceptance,
Pride in all I did,
A steady shoulder to cry on,
Protection when I hid.
Day by day, always there,
Promises fulfilled.
In the crowd, when I shine,
Your smile is my thrill.
Phone calls just to check in,
Such care in your voice.
You are everything paternal,
The father of my choice.
You did not have to love me
For I am not your blood.
I was not your chore,
Yet you dared the flood.
I am not your nature
Yet your nurture I display,
And you forever change me
For the better every day.
I could not ask for more,
So our flag I proudly hoist.
Luckiest on earth,
I’m the child of your choice.

I'm taking a break from my online traffic school (shorter traffic school: Don't be a dick, and slow the fuck down). I got a ticket recently when I misunderstood some confusing lane lines in Burbank. I thought they were telling me I could turn right from the two right-most lanes, but the friendly...